I used to write a long standing blog called Masala Chica from 2009 – 2014. It started out as a mom blog with an edge – I often discussed social issues about race, gender, and a myriad of other issues. It also played on my Indian American heritage – and I told a lot of stories about straddling two unique cultures for most of my life, sometimes not so gracefully.
During the death of my brother-in-law, Ratan, in early November 2014, as our family surrounded his bedside, Masala Chica was attacked by a virus and I was contacted by the hosting company to resolve it, but I couldn’t – not when I only had a few hours left with my brother-in-law. They gave me a deadline to fix it. Suffice to say, I did not. My 5 years of writing were lost sometime between when he was pulled off life support and I kissed his forehead the last time.
So here I am now.
These days, most of my writing outlet comes in the form of songwriting. I recorded my first album, Night Flower, in March of 2016, and while I have learned a lot since I did that project and continue to evolve as a songwriter, there is a certain aspect of blogging that I miss.
Since the November 2016 election, I have struggled with dealing with a myriad of emotions. It’s less to do with the candidate I wanted to win losing and more to do with the candidate whose demagoguery I feared being elected. His every appointment, decision, public statement, and public mocking of the media are and should be of concern to every American. Rather than spending the next four long years (God save me if it’s eight) living in torment, I need to at least make sense of what is happening, even if this just becomes an online journal for me.
So, here we go.